Mackenzie, for once in her life, was at a slight loss for words. No hitting on any girls for a whole day? That just didn’t seem possible, what the hell was she supposed to do with her time? If she agreed the red head’s challenge, Hunter would never let her hear the end of it. But if she refused, she would only be proving Tatum’s point, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be seen as someone who breathed sexual harassment oxygen. Even if it was probably ninety-nine percent true.

“I…well…how long do I have to go without hitting on someone?” She managed to stutter out. “And you’re totally a chick Tater, I don’t know what you are talking about. Because if you aren’t a chick, then Frankie and I are going to feel extremely stupid.”

She grinned maniacally as she watched Tatum work herself up into a flustered mess. It was just too cute how even the slightest mention of any thing sexual made her all embarrassed and stuttery.

“I could wake up that ass for you,” Mackenzie purred, winking at the girl. She decided to let the topic of what (or rather what she didn’t) wear to bed slide for a little while. “And yes underwear counts you dork. Although, that doesn’t help you much seeing as now you’re the one who doesn’t wear anything to bed.”

She was extremely interested in what kind of things were lurking on Tatum’s computer, but she knew that the red head would be true to her word. There would be no way to force the password out of her, but Mackenzie had other plans.

“Well now I know it’s something worth my time or you wouldn’t deny me the password. I’ll just have to ask Frankie,” she shrugged. “I’ll bet she’ll tell me what’s on your computer.”